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Didn't go to school and I Never been in a church Those Social workers got me pinned up as the worst I've always been a thief Crime is my game Sure, call the police They know my name Even tho' I'm trouble, kids look up to me Gotta bust your bubble, nothin's for free Got veins of wire, hey, got some speed I'm bad luck, ain't worth a fuck Here comes trouble Yes, here comes trouble And I'll make you see double 'Cause here comes trouble When I walk up the street Your mama locks the door She don't want her little girl to fuck around with me no more I bet you can smell me From a mile away, yeah Sure, take a straight look up I make the buildings sway, yeah I don't know where I went wrong No, I don't know From Letras Mania